As for three days later, Zhou Zhenghong himself will face Shi Yifei's revenge, which he is not so anxious about.

Zhou Zhenghong's sister is a very talented girl, but she has never known what her fate is.

Zhou Zhenghong knew all this because his sister had died three years earlier.

Zhou Zhenghong thought: I will definitely find it! will definitely save it, if you can save your sister in this way, I would prefer to spend three days by myself, and I was beaten by that Shi Yifei and my nose was blue and my face was swollen.

In short, with his current injury, with his current martial arts cultivation, if Shi Yifei goes to Allah in three days to duel, then he doesn't even have half a chance of winning, and as long as Shi Yifei has the heart to take his own life, he has absolutely no reason to avoid vulgarity.

Just when he regretted that his life was too short, Zhou Zhenghong suddenly heard a familiar voice in his consciousness.

"Kid, what are you worried about in three days?"

If he hadn't been injured, Zhou Zhenghong would have raised his hand and slammed his head.

Why did you forget this holy sword of mercy? It was a weekend afternoon, and his wife was walking in the yard.

Suddenly, he heard his name called, and he hurriedly put down what he was doing and ran over to see that it was his son talking to him.

"I called you!" The son said.

"Who is it?" He didn't know very well.

What's going on? It was also thanks to the fact that he had just asked the elders to share his senses, and if he didn't, he became nervous, and he didn't know how long it would take to remember this stubble.

Immediately lifted Zhou Zhenghong's spirits.

Even though he hadn't benefited from the Holy Sword so far, didn't he have time to study it? And he's also a very attractive man! His name was Archimedes Oppenheimer, a typical German gentleman-type figure. In him embodies a unique and elegant temperament.

Of course, there are many unknown insiders in this, right? The secret is there.

Don't talk about anything else, let's just talk about the gray-robed old man in the garden on the holy sword, the gray-robed old man has a humble and peaceful kind eyebrow, maybe he is still a ruthless character.

Zhou Zhenghong rekindled hope with despair.

If it were possible, how could he give up the world, how could he give up his love?

Zhou Zhenghong, who was extremely hopeful, also asked with divine sense: "Grandpa, is there any way you can help me?" ”

"Oh, the others are scared, but it's your injury, the old man has cured it, and the decision is either three days!" This is what an old man who is over half a hundred years old said to me.

"yes!" As I spoke, I picked up a medicine bottle and shoved it into my mouth.

"Oh? Great stuff! The old man cried out happily.

"Oh?"

"I'll give you a drink!" I laughed.

"Thank you!" He nodded in agreement.

The old man's tone was full of confidence.

Zhou Zhenghong was stunned for a moment: "Grandpa, are you a doctor?" ”

"Hmm! Can you still do what you say?

"And what about the duel after three days? Grandpa, can you make me more powerful than that Shi Yifei? ”

"Absolutely! You are a very talented person. ”

"Allow me, then, to tell you your name!"

"Who are you?" Zhou Zhenghong asked with some doubts.

"My name is Zhou Zhenghong."

"Why?" He asked.

Zhou Zhenghong's question itself is a little weak for me.

But the old man's answer surprised Zhou Zhenghong: "Little friend, who is Shi Yifei you are talking about?" At what level? ”

After listening to the sword and asking rhetorically, Zhou Zhenghong remembered that this old man had been in the holy sword for an unknown number of years, how could he know that a gentleman was so evil?

He said: My name is Shi Yunfei, and I am a very talented young chess player, and I am a well-known figure in our school.

I once told my teacher that if I could get your guidance and help, I would try my best to learn Go.

The teacher nodded at that time.

I also agree.

Even Shi Yifei's name, the elders have just heard it.

So Zhou Zhenghong honestly introduced: "Grandpa, this person is the second son of Hubu Shangshu Shiyi, a notoriously evil young man, who may be six or seven years older than me. I don't know how strong or weak it is, but I know that he became a Black Iron Samurai half a year ago. ”

"Black Iron Warrior ......" the old man muttered: "This cultivation is actually nothing, but the question is, are you too weak this kid?" ”

Zhou Zhenghong was ashamed, but he heard the old man continue: "You are only a third-order martial artist. Three days later it will be won. This is never going to happen! ”

Zhou Zhenghong's heart sank, but he didn't give up and asked, "Grandpa, am I going to die?" ”

"Oh! Who told you to die? ”

"Yes! I had already figured it out, and when I died, you wouldn't know. ”

"So what do you think we should do?"

"Okay!" The old man smiled.

"Then let's have an open and secret fight!"

"What then?" The old man asked.

"What's the solution?" The old man smiled: "The old man just now, but I only heard that this person will come to find fault in three days." Do you have to be stronger than him? With his Black Iron Warrior realm, he can deal with you as a low-level martial artist who has just recovered from his injuries. Come to think of it, no matter how thick-skinned he is, he shouldn't be able to mention the fight to the death. ”

"Grandpa, you mean can I squeeze him. A few three-trick appointments or something? If you limit him to only a few moves or a few moves. Grandpa, do you have any ideas? ”

"I want to be natural!" The old man looked confident.

Zhou Zhenghong's mouth suddenly opened.

In fact, he didn't take this into account in the first place, but with his own skills, he couldn't even catch Shi Yifei's tricks at all, even if he restricted the other party from only using tricks, he was still a dead person.

But now, with this old man, things are different!

After being happy, Zhou Zhenghong said loudly with his divine sense: "Grandpa, thank you for this!" That's right, I still didn't ask you for a name. Do I dare to ask you for advice? ”

"Old man, Mr. Lin Tingzhi." The first time I met Lin Lao was on a crisp autumn day.

He wears a pair of glasses, he is plainly dressed, and when I talk to him, he always looks at me with a smile and gentleness.

That smile makes people feel warm and kind. How could he laugh? I can't answer that. Oh! What's wrong? What's up? The old people's light tone was faintly proud.

Lin Tingzhi!

It's actually Lin Tingzhi!

Hearing these three words, Zhou Zhenghong didn't believe it.

Lin Tingzhi, the king of the Holy Hand Dan, is a person who no one knows about the Great Shun Kingdom or even on the mainland?

In terms of the importance of alchemists and their scarcity, even the most ordinary low-level alchemists can be sought after everywhere and their identities are extremely prominent.